Neither one of my children has ever been particularly interested in being organized. Thing One can live in an absolute pigsty, but still manages to find everything he needs. Lord only knows how he does it.
Thing Two, lives in a slighly cleaner version of the pigsty, but can never find anything, frequently loses his wallet and has been known to walk out of his shoes and just keep walking.
(You think I jest? Scouts honor, that kid walked out of his shoes at school once and just kept going).
I don’t know why they didn’t inherit my superb organizational skills. Like my ability to put a paper in a safe place and be unable to find it 10 minutes later.
And my gazillions of “plans” for things to accomplish that never quite get done.
I really had zero organizational skills until college when my bestie taught me how to use a calendar.
And about highlighters.
And to do lists.
So, when Thing Two’s middle school offered a study skills and organization class this year, he took it.
Figured it might be a good idea for him NOT to wait until college to understand the concept of being prepared and organized and able to find things.
I’m not sure he learned a thing. Even though he scored straight A’s in that class.
This is what I found at the bottom of his backpack.
[I cannot really complain -- his grades were stellar, and other than one time deciding at 9 p.m. that he desperately needed poster board for a project due the following day, he was pretty on top of his school stuff -- just find it ironic as Hell.]